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PART NINE

PART NINE

" The longing you seek is not behind you "

Pushing back against the lights, Zayla stumbled before the two Sith apprentices. Between the mist and the lasers separating it, Zayla could just make out the two Sith. One a boy. And one a girl. The girl who was a Twi'lek. Her light purple skin decorated with beads and tattoos. The boy had a mask overtaking his face. Why did all men Sith have masks?

Ben.

The one Sith she knew, who had a mask.

Kylo.

It hid him from the light. His past.

Zayla breathed deeply, her blue lightsaber shining in front of her. "You." She said staring down the masked boy. "Take off your helmet."

A voice clear as the stars of the galaxy spoke, "Never."

"And...why is that?" She said catching her breath.

"Because I can actually," The boy thrust himself at Zayla, her reflexes quickly kicked in and allowing the lightsabers to crash together, "breathe in it. As is you...who is out of breath." Zayla could feel the smirk under the damn mask.

Pushing him off of her, Zayla watched the Twi'lek move closer, her mouth quirked into a smirk.

"You both are scared." Zayla spoke boldly, looking both at them, back and forth.

The boy swung first. His lightsaber aiming toward her legs. She stopped the force of his lightsaber, grunting a bit as she pushed back. The Twi'lek snarled and raced from the back of Zayla. Zayla threw herself to the ground. Just as the Twi'lek's saber was to puncture the living out of Zayla, it punctured the boy instead. Her lightsaber sinking into his flesh as his screams echoed through the planet.

The Twi'lek's hatred paused as she stood over Zayla, capturing her partners body in her arms. "Benson! Benson!" She cried out. Zayla slowly stood next to the Twi'lek.

Benson stroked her face,gently and carefully his words cracked out, "Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." He paused, coughing up blood. Zayla processed his words. They were the Sith code. She had read about it when Luke spoke to the younglings about it.

The boy coughed then looked up at the specific spot where the earlier voice had been, "Woro. Woro Ashukahwa..if you love me. Kill him and not her. Break the chains they have put upon us."

The Twi'lek stiffened, "But Benson..." His breathing stopped. He was gone. Zayla took a step back. Afraid if Woro would follow her friends orders or not. Shakily Woro picked up the fallen Siths lightsaber and activated it, staring deeply into his dark light. Suddenly she pointed it at Zayla with anger in her eyes. Zayla held her own, staring into the Twi'lek's eyes.

"Take his lightsaber. I will corner our Master in the back." Woro spoke quietly.

Zayla nodded and they both entered the dark mist.

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hope you loved it! got soooo hurt in my last lacrosse game. had to go to the er, booo that girl lol

(6-8-16) *moved this up from chapter 10 to chapter 9 because i forgot to do chapter 9...whoops!*